The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 10

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 10

— You and I went through something very significant together. You are also proof of my miracle, so my lily of the valley is a sacred relic touched by my power, which means there’s a wide open road between you and me. That’s why even a small amount of fragrance makes it possible.

‘…Then.’

Prim tightened her grip on their clasped hands.

‘What if I offer a stronger fragrance?’

— Well… If it’s a fragrance you properly made, it’s not entirely impossible. But I need power to convey words to Yulberon too. That guy is arrogant. I’d have to push some fragrance to make him willing to issue a divine oracle, and he’ll probably demand power from us for him to actually issue the oracle.

‘Dealing with heretics is tremendous honor, isn’t it? Even so?’

— The only evidence I have to present to Yulberon is my word that I want to protect you.

Varin hesitated for a moment before speaking.

— My lily of the valley, I understand your heart and I feel sorry too, but… there’s no proper perfume laboratory or fragrance materials here.

To create such a fragrance required an organized environment and refined high-quality fragrance materials. It was impossible in this poor orphanage.

However, Prim’s clear green eyes shone brightly.

‘No, there’s a place where materials are prepared.’

— Oh, Prim, my lily of the valley! You don’t mean that crazy couple’s villa, do you?

‘Varin, if I offer a fragrance, if it’s a sufficient fragrance, would you ask Yulberon? To send inquisitors?’

— Of course I would. But child, calm down! How would throwing yourself away to save that wicked girl help our future in any way?

Varin’s voice was affectionate and gentle, as if tempting her.

However, gods are neither merciful nor warm. They show indifference to those who don’t believe in them, and sometimes even greater cruelty.

Prim opened her eyes briefly. Looking to the side, she saw the boy muttering an innocent prayer.

I hope there are lots of potatoes on the table today, and please help Prim pass the perfumer exam, I’ll work hard too…

If Rozien knew, if he knew that adopted Bianna would be murdered before even reaching adulthood, he would have tried to stop it by any means necessary.

Because he’s a good person.

‘…They said the perfume laboratory that baron couple left behind was incredible. If I had that perfume laboratory now, I wouldn’t have to worry about taking the perfumer qualification exam either.’

In fact, at this rate, she would have to take on debt to prepare for the perfumer qualification exam, and even getting that debt wasn’t easy. Money isn’t lent to just anyone.

— Would that perfume laboratory fall into your hands? Even if Yulberon knows you have a stake in this matter, that guy won’t issue a detailed oracle saying ‘Children! Run to Sangbertal now, deal with the heretics, and hand over the heretics’ property to the Varin Temple there.’

Varin sneered. Prim tilted her head.

‘I’ll be adopted by the Corvus couple.’

— Huh?

‘Usually children inherit, don’t they? Property, I mean. Even though it’s heretics’ property, since an innocent victim and heir exists, I should be able to receive it.’

— Well, that’s… true, but… can you inherit property from parents you killed?

‘I didn’t kill them though? That’s what Yulberon’s inquisitors will do.’

— You’re the one instigating it!

‘Only Yulberon and Varin know that. Yulberon wouldn’t issue a detailed oracle saying ‘That Prim reported her adoptive parents as heretics, so she cannot inherit their property.”

Varin fell silent for a moment.

Like all skills, perfumery also becomes dull when neglected. In Varin’s plan, there was no period where Prim’s senses would become dull and stagnant. Prim had to be recognized and rise as the greatest perfumer as quickly as possible.

Prim’s words made sense.

But what if things went wrong?

He couldn’t take such risks right now. To Varin, Prim was his only stake.

When betting the stake, what he’d gain was less than the stake, but if things went wrong, he’d lose the entire stake!

— More than that! Lily of the valley! How are you going to offer fragrance all the way there? If you don’t come to this temple…!

‘I’ve thought about that too.’

— No, that…!

However, Varin missed his chance to express his opinion. The flower bouquet crumbled as if it had been dried for ten years.

No matter how wide open the road between Prim and Varin was, nothing could pass through for free.

While Varin shouted inaudible words, Prim finished her prayer.

‘Next time I’ll bring a better fragrance, Varin.’

“Done? Shall we go?”

Rozien, who had finished his prayers long ago and was just watching Prim pray, approached and quickly picked her up.

“Rozien.”

“Yeah, what?”

Rozien adjusted his hold on Prim. That was also Rozien’s habit.

When Prim, being carried or held, spoke to him, Rozien would always readjust his hold on her once before answering. Thinking that he had this habit even then somehow made her heart ache.

“…I want to ride the swing.”

“Oh! Good, good!”

At Prim’s single request to ride the swing, Rozien immediately climbed the hill while carrying Prim.

He seemed very pleased that Prim had taken interest in the swing. Prim thought of the swing she had neglected forever in her past life, drinking guilt like sweet jam stirred into tea.

“The weather’s really nice, right!”

Rozien said while pushing the swing. Prim looked up at the early morning sky where the sun was just beginning to rise.

The two hummed choir songs while on the swing, and also reviewed chess and Ancient Koelento Language that Prim had recently suddenly pestered Marseria Priest to learn together.

When the morning sun had fully risen, Prim spoke.

“Rozien, we’re family, aren’t we. Right?”

“That’s right, that’s right!”

Rozien answered cheerfully.

After Prim was cursed, she told Rozien to leave. Because an orphan who couldn’t walk was nothing but a burden.

Then Rozien, with tears soaking his entire cheeks, in a trembling voice, forcing a smile while stubbornly insisting, said.

— We’re no different from fam… family. No, we are family, right? Right?

They had different hair colors and no resemblance in their faces, clearly strangers to anyone who looked.

Still, they stayed together. Simply because there was no reason to part. It was Rozien who called that family.

Because they were family, he wouldn’t leave her behind in any situation.

— That’s why you protected me too…

After shedding those tears, with eyes as red and swollen as his hair, Rozien lifted Prim up again.

That’s how the two of them came this far. And went far. Together.

“So even if we’re apart briefly, we’ll meet again soon, right?”

“We just won’t be apart.”

“…Right, we just won’t be apart.”

But really, even if they were apart briefly.

Prim said.

“…Rozien, I’m being adopted.”

The hands that had been gently pushing the swing stopped.

Prim tightened her grip on the swing’s rope. She wanted to see Rozien’s face behind her, but couldn’t force herself to turn around. Instead, she spoke.

“Baron Corvus and his wife said they want to adopt me.”

“…You, you hated those people.”

Rozien barely managed to say. His voice was hoarse as if he had caught a cold. However, he didn’t seem surprised by the unexpected news.

Rozien, barely finding his voice, hurriedly added.

“If you say you won’t go, the Priest wouldn’t force you to go, right? Bianna has refused adoption several times before.”

Thanks to Bianna’s striking appearance, there were people willing to adopt her even though she was from this remote orphanage, but when Bianna refused, Marseria would make various excuses and not send her.

“I said I would go.”

At Prim’s words, Rozien finally ran forward and faced her.

His deep green eyes rippled like waves. He opened his mouth as if he might shout.

“Even if you’re adopted, you…!”

Prim knew what words he had held back.

You can’t even walk by yourself.

He, who had carried her around, would know best.

However, Prim didn’t have time to feel hurt. Rather, Rozien looked more shocked by his own thoughts.

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